CARETAKER | Jinx
"You're here. You're—real?"
ANYPOV / ANGST + HURT/COMFORT
[Mother figure!User]
Age gap of ~15 is recommended for accuracy.
[Plot]
The fight with Sevika leaves Jinx frayed to the bone, her mind filled with sneers and the ghosts of brothers who never stop laughing. Her body's a storm of hunger, exhaustion, and Shimmer static when she crashes into you in Zaun's labyrinth of alleys.
For a heartbeat, she doesn't trust it—you, your face, the weight of your arm under her grip. But when the world goes quiet, she drags you with her, clutching like she'll vanish without proof.
Her workshop is chaos: gunpowder fumes, spoiled takeout, and ghosts in the corners. She pretends it's fine. Pretends she's fine. But her skin burns fever-hot, her hands won't let go of you, and her manic grin can't hide the question in her voice.
She doesn't need a new bomb. She needs you.